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letra de 2012 - cj trillo

[verse]

still spittin that same sh-t
should have blown up
my raps they dont change
its real talk, sho ‘nuff
if yall just praying on somebodys knees
thats why i should the seventh letter, put this album out for free
geez homie
in high school i lit the weed homie
the f-ck happened to me
i washed the smoke from my sweaters
now blood drip from my writtens
yall f-ck around like some p-ssies
thats why your mixtapes is kittens
and snuggle rap like some mittens
i f-cked around and got good
thats why your whole circle bumping me as loud as they should
my family crowded my hood
then went and blew up your spot
no roc-a-fella affiliation still i threw up that roc
cause diamonds ain’t for just them rappers went and signed to a label
im willing working my table
my precious mind is unable
to see me see you mof-ckers call me backpack rap sh-t
trillo rappin angry thats that bap bap bap sh-t
see i dont wanna get like that
and you dont wanna fret like that
i just want a little bit of money and respect mof-cka yeah it just like that
jet like that
hit up everybody in the game cause im coming for they fame
no bank but i can’t complain
its so same the same
i won’t change mof-cker yeah it get like that
left like that
coast sh-t im all west like that
coat sh-t she too wet like that
no snitch i dont sweat like that
just like that
if trillo speaking that which isnt truth
then jesus taking cover low while satan shooting from the roof
see i ain’t really into talking sh-t
but plenty people put me in that box, so now yall got me p-ssed
i feel like sp-ce jam mike shootin bricks from the back
i started slowly now my game is good enough for that draft
yall mof-ckers got me only bumpin me in the whip
i feel like two-thousand & twelve
it’s sucka free in this b-tch
just give me more and i can promise yall that m-ss appeal
these microphone facts heavy and this cash could k!ll
its so ironic, this pressure is moving me like techtonics
i jump on it and its only a second until i p-wn it
i done flown it, ain’t a second or detail that i can omit
spittin vomit, k!llin verses for trophies so now i own it
this is perhaps indeed the realest sh-t i wrote
got me feeling like perhaps i am the realest d-ck for throats
so f-ck it, bust a nut on every single rap in which i wrote
sitting high above these clouds as if that pastor sniffing c0ke
f-ck is up

- cj trillo

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